Swish, I’m dancing
Kilt is swinging
I am colour flying
Exhilarating heights of crimson red
With pride I hold my head
Swoosh, the sounds of tartan
Colours spring to life
Magenta brushes turquoise
Highland dancing girls of Fife
Whirl, a slight landing
Black shoes rise on my toes
Silver swords summon dancing
My crimson vest glows
Stronger, higher, points
White diamonds in my socks
I’m a soaring cobalt tartan
As my arms both flow and lock
Mighty clans of colour
Azure, scarlet, teal
Dancing sisters from our mothers
Our coloured hearts are real
Swish, I’m dancing yellow
Piper’s piping gold
I’m dancing with a fellow
My heart and smile are bold
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